by breeevil » Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:19 am
She watches him for a moment, confused. Why is he laughing at her? Her mouth opens to ask just that but then *crash*.
And Raia flinches, leaning back in her chair again, grey eyes wide and unblinking for a long moment while her jaw flaps like she might be trying to sputter something but she's.. not.
"That w.. that wasn't exactly what I.. what I meant but okay." She stutters out and nods shortly. And instead of focusing on him the blinks at the glass, twirling the vial in between her fingers as she lets the bag and the rest of it's contents slide off her lap and land next to her in the seat.
"I do it on purpose. I don't want someone to ever use one of these against someone else, you know? That would make them bad. And if I do that, if I let that happen, then I might as well start handing out poison. It would be less.. uh.. less messy." Another nod and a forced smile.. one that, for once, doesn't look very genuine.
Now she slides forward, eyes moving between Giuseppe and the broken glass as she sets the potion down next to it. A tiny vial with a creamy white liquid inside. Not like milk.. but more like some kind of white powder mixed with water and not mixed very well, but there is no settlement.
"I don't have something like that now, no." Nothing to protect from fire. Potions to keep people warm, yes, but that did not prevent them from going up in flames. She points at the vial, staring at it, "You have to uhm.. You're going to have to pour it on the glass and hold it." her hands come in front of her, cupped together like she is holding something. "And let it fix itself."
She sits back again, then, and crosses her legs, sighing. Almost looking relieved but she's not. If anyone else said to her -do you have something for this- and she didn't have it, she would try and make it. Raia was always looking for new ideas, for new things to do and try and laugh about. But it was never important people. Important to her, maybe, but not like this man. This man stressed her out a bit. It would be unwise, though, wouldn't it? To not make the same offer to him?
"But I could make one."